Woody Strode credited as playing...
Corporal Gabe Washington
- Rowdy Yates: How come you fought Lardface when he was mistreating that old Indian when you, yourself, look down on Indians.
- Corporal Gabe Washington: It's a failing I've had since I was a little boy. I hate to see a bully hurt anybody weak and old. It's a soft spot, I guess. Like I say, a failing.
- Corporal Gabe Washington: Look, who's shooting his mouth off? Old Lard Face. Somebody must have left the gate open to the pigpen and out he comes. What do you wanna be, a pig, or a brown-skin Indian?
- Corporal Gabe Washington: No rules in this game, Mr Yates. No rules except one, look out for yourself.
- Corporal Gabe Washington: Why should I run away? I'm enjoying this. And you ain't no nearer to the Fort than you were this afternoon. Maybe not so near. The rate we're going, before you get me back to the Fort, they're gonna forget what they gonna court-martial me for.
- Corporal Gabe Washington: If I let my hair grow,
- [he sports a shaven head under his cavalry cap]
- Corporal Gabe Washington: it'd be wiry and tight just like buffalo hide.
- Rowdy Yates: The war's over.
- Corporal Gabe Washington: Not our war.
- Jim Quince: That's right. The Comanches can still fight, can't they?
- Corporal Gabe Washington: The Kiowas and the Cheyennes, and up north the Sioux, plenty.
- Jim Quince: What tribe are getting these beeves?
- Corporal Gabe Washington: Kiowas and they're really hungry. Like they can't hold them in much longer. And they want to go hunting and they won't stop at hunting animals. And this'll hold them down for a while.
- Rowdy Yates: You spent a lot of time in the guardhouse?
- Corporal Gabe Washington: I know what it looks like. Me and trouble, we're old friends. Then I have a good spell, then I go back to being a corporal.
- Rowdy Yates: You don't think that much of us, do you?
- Corporal Gabe Washington: I don't think much about you people at all. That plain enough for you.
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, guess so.
- Corporal Gabe Washington: But those Indians, they're worse. I can't stand those brown-skinned, murdering jaspers.
- Corporal Gabe Washington: What are you doing out here, Mr Yates? This ain't none of your business.
- Rowdy Yates: Listen, that's my horse you took.
- Corporal Gabe Washington: That's all? I'm sorry, Mr Yates. I didn't have time to check the bill of sale. I'll tell you what, you got a horse, I'll make an even trade. How about it?
- Rowdy Yates: Then what?
- Corporal Gabe Washington: Then you go on about your business and get back to the cows, and I'll go along mine.
